Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ivory Coast and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Fortunes to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Warren Ellis,
Simply Red,
John Holt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liliput,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Busters,
Agitation Free,
Nation of Ulysses,
Don Cherry,
Quadrant,
Eden Ahbez,
Kurtis Blow,
Sex Pistols,
Junior Murvin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fela Kuti,
Tears for Fears,
JFA,
John Lydon,
Mission of Burma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Newcleus,
Oneida,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Carl Craig,
Jawbox,
The Young Rascals,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hoover,
Matthew Halsall,
Arthur Verocai,
OOIOO,
Stiv Bators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Ronan,
The Standells,
Subhumans,
FM Einheit,
Mary Jane Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Technova,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Organ,
Moby Grape,
Skaos,
The Mojo Men,
Ornette Coleman,
Camouflage,
Pere Ubu,
Cal Tjader,
Jandek,
Piero Umiliani,
Babytalk,
AZ,
Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.